'What are you doing up, C.W.? Those sleeping tablets were supposed to have knocked you out until morning.''I never took them,' Whitlock replied, easing himself into his favourite armchair.'I don't believe it,' she retorted then closed the book she was reading and placed it on the table beside her. 'You need rest. Why else do you think I asked the doctor to prescribe you such a strong sedative?''I'm on standby, Carmen. What if there were an emergency? What use would I be laid out cold until morning?'She shook her head in desperation. 'Your arm's in a sling, for God's sake. What use would you be anyway? I know this might come as something of a shock to you, but UN AGO can function without you. Now, please, take those tablets and go to bed.''Stop fussing, Carmen, I'm OK,' he retorted then inhaled sharply through clenched teeth when he bumped his arm against the chair.'So I see.' She got to her feet. 'OK, if you won't listen to me as your wife, then will you at least listen to me as a doctor?''I'm not one of your kid patients,' he said irritably.'No, you're not!
